Or it may actually be here. I can’t be sure.

I do know that in 22 days comes the official start of fall. At least that’s the autumnal equinox and the official end of summer. Tennessee for the most part doesn’t pay much attention to that day and persists in having summer for about another month or so (all while probably saying, “Hold my beer”).

But I can finally start to see it.

Yes, pumpkin spice everything is coming, and I for one am estatic about it. I’m a fan of the pumpkin spice, even if it does tend to conjure up images of white suburban girls in yoga pants.

Also, fall brings the return of the NFL and college football, as well as fantasy football. I’m hoping for an improvement over last year, which while not bad for a beginner, ended a bit disappointingly.

I’m eagerly anticipating the cooler temps, the changing leaves, the bonfires, and flannel. To me, flannel is like wearing a warm hug all day long.

There’s good to be found in every season, but fall will always be far and away my favorite. I said it before, but fall tends to get me nostalgic more than any other time of the year. If I had to choose just one season, it would be fall leading into Christmas every single time.

22 days. That’s it. Not that I’m counting. Or excited.